Thursday, April 29, 2010

Cowboy Carlos and Sarah Palin

*UPDATED as it's developed*

Here is my preliminary sketch for this year's Halloween masterpiece. If all goes well, it'll be a functioning puppet. I know October 31st is 6 months away, but I'm bored, and I'm allowing myself the opportunity to screw this one up at least twice before I abandon it.
When you look at the first one, think, "Hi, my name is Carlos and this is my conjoined step-sister, Barbara. I'm a cowboy this year. She's Sarah Palin."
When  you look at the second one, think, "Hi, my name is Carlos and this is my crippling hatred. I'm a cowboy this year. She's Sarah Palin."


I might change the cowboy part to something Catholic leaning but I don't want to be confused with a molester, so I'll have to reflect.
Nobody I've shown this to seems to find it funny, but I do and that's all that counts.






Thursday, April 22, 2010

Comic Book Hiatus and Maus

Dear, people. I’m still alive, but my hiatus has left me neglecting your blogs and comments more than usual. I apologize. I’ve put aside most of my amazing comics illustrations in place of my amazing story development. It’s a lot more fun than I expected. Though, I don’t know why. Writing has always been buckets o’ fun, and in the same way, drawing has always been buckets o’ fun. I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to realize that putting the two together is like a bathtub o’ fun (moonshine and naked women). I think in childlike pictures, folks, where Bomb Pops are red, white, and blue erections and Nickelodeon slime is the syphilic discharge of God-smited vaginas (see it?). It’s only natural that I now smith the imaginative prose in my head to the adorable images that are already occupying the same space anyway. It’s a marriage of filth to filth, and with a muck smeared grin, I’m rolling in it, happier than your proverbial “pig in shit.”
Speaking of pigs, I’ve reacquainted myself with an amazing work of literature called Maus. It’s a graphic novel (aka comic book) by Art Spiegelman, but before I lose your attention, understand that it’s a memoir about the Holocaust, I read it in a literary theory class, it won the Pulitzer Prize in 1992, and it’ll make you cry. It’s a big deal. The Jews are represented as mice, the Germans are cats, Americans are dogs, and for reasons you’ll understand if you read the book (or if you already know history), the non-Jew Poles are pigs. So yeah, my comic book’s not like that.

Addendum:
Wow, this is a really passively written post. I’m ashamed.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Austin, a Pictorial (the Bluebonnet Edition)

I'll start with this tree:
I'm pretty sure it's a Texas Live Oak but my short and lazy online research didn't match my preconceptions so I gave up. Either way, the recent rain fall that reversed Austin's miserable droughtness also created a perfect storm of spring pollen. Here are the blooms for the alleged live oak.
And here's the curbside pollen it ejaculated as a dusty membrane over everything. Cars, sidewalks, homeless people, and whatever other miscellaneous objects are strewn about.
I had a pretty awesome headache the other night, morning, day, evening, and night again. Thanks spring.
I look forward to spring every year because the wildflowers are quite the thing to see. Blue, purple, red, orange, yellow. We're talkin' ROY G BIV here. That's not exclusive to Austin, of course, but the Hill Country, as it's appropriately named, waves these colors into slopes of tranquility that make me a distracted hazard while driving. Blue is for Bluebonnets, Texas' state flower. Red is for Indian Paintbrushes. Yellow is for, I don't know, piss. You figure it out. I would have stopped for closer investigation but after frolicking among the bluebonnets, I was getting another allergy headache and I panicked. Click for a close-up.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

What's that you say, Fred Head? Oh Fred Head, you silly automobile decal

That's right, folks, I am in possession of my very own Fred Head. How did I come about this personal miracle, you ask? Telemundo Austin news anchor Fred Cantú was giving them away via his Facebook profile, and since we're best friends now, I snapped one up.
I can't help but feel partially involved in some minor way. Sure I wasn't the creator of this Fred Head craze. As far as I know, some guy named Sluggo was, (see my Austin, a Pictorial post and read Sluggo's comment) but I snapped a picture of Sluggo's original Fred Head sticker and posted it online. Fred turned his lovable head and manufactured a series of them as a Haiti relief fundraiser and is now handing out the remainder online. All he asks for in return? Capture an image of your Fred Head devotion and post it online.
Here you are, dear Uncle Fred. 
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